Second floor stairs to First Floor Lobby, afternoon

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"Have you got it secure?"

Kenzi appeared to be talking to thin air there, at least for the moment.


[ooc: for the ninjaaaaa, and then open to whoever walks by!]

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"I could've made it bigger," Kenzi fretted. "But. It's not like we need it to last forever or anything, right?" She grinned, then perched on the back of one of the couches. "I wonder if Wes knows I nominated him yet. I'm pretty sure I heard he talked to Quinn about the StuCo thing already."

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"... You nominated him?" No, Simon hadn't known that. He tilted his head, and frowned. "But, aren't you supposed to nominate yourself? With... an essay?"

Or something. He wasn't sure what the procedure was.

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"There's a form. With all the stuff about who you are and why you're qualified and what kind of good things you'll do. I didn't even have to make anything up!"

Not really the point there.

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"But... shouldn't he have done that himself?"

Oh, he'd learn.

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"He was going to miss the deadline," Kenzi lied with a straight face. "He was moping and I totally knew he forgot. He did this last year. So I just did him a favor and turned it in. I'm sure he'll be grateful."

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"Oh." Yeah, he wasn't really sure he should believe that. But he didn't want to accuse her of lying, either. He'd save that for later. "But do you think he'll like a sign like this?"

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"Hmmmm. Well, it's shiny. It's to the point. It'll catch attention." It was garish and gaudy and Kenzi looooved it for that. "Why not?"

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"It's... very loud. Bright." A complete and utter eyesore. Still, she'd wanted him to hang it up and he had, because it was nice to be wanted. "But it'll catch everyone's attention, yes."

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"That's what's needed." Kenzi beamed. "You so get fries or onion rings for helping on this. Or chips. Chips? You and Wes have that British thing in common."

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"Maybe chips and onion rings," he suggested with a quick smile. "He's British too?"

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"Uh-hunh! He went to some academy for monster-fighting, he's a real brain," Kenzi said, tilting the edge of the light set-up juuust a little. "So he knew all this weird stuff when I got here, to explain it. Plus he believed me when I told him about this ... incident that happened, back in Canada." She nodded soberly. "He's a good big sib."

He was! And he shouldn't be mopey! See, it was all good.

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"Mine left, already," Simon replied, nodding. "M-my big sibling, I mean. She was good too. But I don't know if I woud've done --" He glanced at the sign again. "-- all this, for her."

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"Well, Wes needs cheering up." He did! And this would definitely wake him up! "And he's cooler than Quinn. So that works."

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"Who's Quinn?"

Simon... didn't know too many people, no.

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"Another senior. Cheerleader type. Not too bad," Kenzi said, voice careless. She smirked a little. "Too tightly wound, though."

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Simon may have heard those words about himself a few times – 'tightly wound', not 'cheerleader type', obviously – and he looked a little awkward there, just for a second or two.

"Oh."

He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he fiddled with the lights some more.